Drama of the Teeth

This is the pretty picture of my two new front teeth. My left tooth is the one I knocked out when I was about 15. I tried to find a picture of my teeth with it all dark ( a great portion of my wedding pictures have it in them), but you have to get you face all close to it, and I don't have photoshop to show you because you have to get close to see it. You can kind of see it in this photo, but remember the whole get close to it factor.Trust me it was getting worse because I would teach the five year old kids in church and one would ask nearly every Sunday "Sister Annie why is your tooth black?" I would say Thanks a lot that was rude because I am self conscious and I knock out my tooth on the trampoline.

Anyway, I bit the bullet to get these crowns because I kept feeling like my teeth were falling out. Now other than the pain of a normal crown. I had to relive sitting on my couch with my tooth have in my mouth; blood caked around my tooth and everywhere watching Arther on PBS(I don't know why I decided to watch TV) while waiting to go to the dentist. In the dentist office I wanted my sister (who originally took me to the dentist), my mom (who always took me home for the dentist after major trauma), and finally I thought I should want Daniel just because isn't that whom I suppose to want???

After the damage had been done, I sat in my car and cried for thirty minutes because I couldn't see to drive home and was in a little bit of shock. I was convinced that my temporaries would fall out on a flight and I would be this hilly billy with nasty teeth (I figured I must be more shallow and vain than I thought). The funniest part was I actually got a compliment on my temporaries.

Now that I have crowns I hate them because they're "perfect" I liked that my front teeth were quite a bit longer than the others, but it didn't look too odd. What really ticks me off though is that they lighten my crowns a lot and you can notice in pictures (like the first one), so they don't match my teeth. The dentist said that was okay because now I had a base to start whitening. I was mad because I didn't want to spend money on crowns and now I am OCD enough to be forced to pay money to whiten my teeth to make my teeth match. Plus, I had to buy a new retainer because it no longer fit my teeth.I love my retainer; it is a security blanket for me. It is purple with sparkles and a humming bird sticker. I was so excited to get it because I joined the "people who had braces" club. Daniel couldn't believe that I would wear it for everything. I like this one because I could eat with it and it was totally discreet (I have it in my mouth in the second picture). My new one doesn't have a sticker on it, it is purple with sparkles, but it is the most obvious hideous retainer. This one looks like it was made when retainers first came out. I am thankful to have a retainer back in my mouth, but I hate this new one.

More than you bargained for when you asked what happened.

Thanksgiving

Whew! Thanksgiving was great this year because we didn't have to cook or deal with anything. Daniel got to come on a trip with me. This is the first Thanksgiving I worked and I was in Albany, New York. It is the coolest city because it's architecture is so heavily European and Colonial. We stayed in downtown which is beautiful, but rather dead because of the holiday. We had a nice walk along the Hudson and it was warmer than Atlanta. We had a great Thanksgiving dinner by the hotel ($20.00) for free. It was buffet style, but was made from scratch so it didn't taste like a bad Vegas buffet.

Daniel's favorite part was flying up on one of my flights because he could ask for as much to drink as he liked and I gave him first class treatment with things like Twix and Sun Chips. He got to meet one of my favorite pilots and talked to him for two hours on the way home (surprise! they mostly liked the same things). All in all I hope that he will come to work with me again for Christmas since I will be in Oklahoma City and hopefully I will get to see my brother too!

Guy Fawkes Party

We know these people who always have a Guy Fawkes Party. I wanted to share the reason why we crash it every year (we have never technically been invited). The host is from England, so he celebrates this holiday. Mostly it is a great excuse for him to show off to the kids, blow things up, and mingle with his neighbors and friends. I love it because I get to see people that I haven't seen in ages, drink IBC root beer, see fireworks, and make s'mores.

Guy Fawkes is a man who was part of a plot to blow up parliament in 1604. He was suppose to be hung, drawn, and quartered, but he jumped off of the scaffold before they could cut him down to be quartered. Ever since this happened people in England get together and celebrate the fact that parliament wasn't blown up and burn effigies of Guy Fawkes in large bond fires.

True party style we have a Guy Fawkes Effigy that the kids beat down for candy while the older kids wait to grab him to quarter him and throw him into the fire. After that, fireworks are lit with sparklers for the kids. Once the house has almost caught fire a few times then the s'mores come out for everyone to enjoy.

Halloween

Halloween this year was rather exciting at the Gedge household. We actually got invited to a Halloween party. This was a rare instant (since we just hide in our house on Halloween). It was a great party because we were able to carve pumpkins, eat caramel apples and play a quiz game. We also went to our ward Halloween party in the afternoon. Screaming sugared up children really make the holidays great.

PS I just realized I haven't written in over a month, but there was much trauma with getting new front teeth (I crowned my old ones), that Blogging has been low on my list of things to do.